So, who goes to jail?

One thing you can be sure of, there is a paper trail. This wasn't a hurricane, or 36 exploding volcanoes. It wasn't tsunami and it wasn't bad luck. It wasn't Martians that came down in invisible spaceships and stole all the money. No, this seeming mother-of -all-fuckups was engineered and the engineers names are signed to each and every piece of this gigantic fractal of legalese bullshit hocus-pocus paper.

There is no question of guilt. All the guilty are still cashing their cheques. What will prevent anyone but a sacrificial goat of some sort from ever facing any music is that there simply cannot be enough forensic accountants that are not already in on the scam to unravel it all. Like any proper fractal, it disappears into it's own horizon faster than you can chase it. It is infinite in every direction at once. It is a masterpiece.

It is the concept of capitalism taken to it's logical conclusion.